Hurtful Words

Winter Hart

Jason left the kitchen to finish his phone call while I sipped the mug of coffee he had poured for me. He stopped by to help me pack before he left for the airport.

Snowy and Stormy meowed, and it was time to feed them. I was putting down their bowls when my phone rang. I sighed, knowing it was my father. I saw the photo, and I know how it looked. I didn’t understand why the media was so interested in me. I had some articles and interviews after the gold medal wins, but nothing like this before.

“Hello, Dad,” I answered.

“That’s all you got for the work you give me?” He growled.

I exhaled, “I didn’t write the article, and I have no control over people who take pictures of me.”

“Then stop acting like your mother, and they won’t have anything to write.”

I gasped, an……